I have a crush on the violinist with Slum Of Legs, pt 3 | Slum Of Legs
I’m gone. Solid. Stuck here, thinking. Stuck here, thinking that Tamsin can articulate loneliness and hope and the thrill of the dance floor much better than I ever could. Stuck here, entertained thoroughly by all the shenanigans going on on stage. Stuck like glue. Stuck here. Of course it is sadder not to dance at […]
I have a crush on the violinist with Slum Of Legs, pt 2 | The Glug
I swear, it started like this. Only not so much so. I swear it. I was not dreaming. I was idly watching the lady on the merch table smiling, engaging – and this gang of MEN wander on stage, dressed in orange, with an Orange amp. Six or seven of them there were, and a clown […]
I have a crush on the violinist with Slum Of Legs, pt 1 | The Wharves
Sometimes it’s nice not to have to use your imagination. This is my music. Not just, of course. There is a moment when I’m listening to the Wharves’ beautiful spellbound catlike three-part harmonies, entranced by the mirror ball rotating in the corner, noting the orange trainer laces, when I’m there. Here. Lost in music, caught […]
The return of Everett True | 156. Slum Of Legs
We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What a beautiful day! We’re not scared. Uh-uh! Riot Grrrl Scary, caring Riot Grrrl. We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. Oh no! We’ve got to go through it! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What […]
'A confusing unrestful world' | an encounter with Slum of Legs
By Alexis Late Photo by David McNamee A good friend who keeps her finger on the pulse on all things Riot Grrrl related, its various incarnations since its initial explosion in the early 90s, alerted me to the online presence of a label called Tuff Enuff records, based in Brighton and the spawn of, in […]
The Definitive Best Albums and Songs of 2014, Because Lee Adcock Said So
We know – you’ve been watching the best-of lists crop up on your social media feeds with fists firmly clenched, teeth gnashing, curses rolling off your tongue. “Confound these posers!” you might cry. “Where’s Collapse Board?” Well, here we are, and here I am. (I suspect that Everett didn’t ask me for any pop songs, […]
Frequency of the Truewave! – A Mixtape from Street Eaters
Photo by Ryan Richardson. The girls-in-rock thing is still an issue. Don’t forget that. Sean Adams at Drowned in Sound reminded everyone a few weeks back that rock festivals across the UK still book mostly dudes. (And I can’t find the article for the life of me. There goes my illuminating example.) Over here, musicians […]
Song of the Day #693 – Slum of Legs
Can you hear me? Are you with us? Are you an angel? I’m not an angel; I’m concrete. Adjust the signal. Turn the dial. FOCUS. Not every room in the Velvet Underground has been reclaimed, renovated, and rented out to unfeeling young men. Not every psychedelic vision has been reduced to cartoony sketches. Fiddles can […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
